In the forest battlefield that had been completely destroyed, the Grand Knight Uther stood with an ugly face, holding a bloodstained heavy sword in his hand, which was Gavinrad's weapon, and now it was broken, just by the gap in the blade, you could see what kind of fierce battle the missing Grand Knight had suffered.

Beside Uther, 30 paladins and 20 priests, more than 300 infantrymen, are searching the forest, trying to find traces left behind by the battlefield.

The priests were reining in the bodies of the paladins who had died in battle, an indescribable sense of frustration tumbling through Uther's heart, and after receiving the news from Dalaran, he rushed here with his army as soon as possible, but there was nothing but defeat and death.

"Did you find it?"

Uther looked back at the other great knight, and Tulayan, who was also ugly, shook his head, and he whispered:

"They're all dead... The paladins who followed General Gavinrad were all dead, but their corpses were strange and reminded me of a patient I treated at Dunhold Castle not long ago, the magical plague and the strange frozen wounds, if it was really the Death Knight who orchestrated all this, then all I can say is..."

Tulayan sighed, and he looked at the blood-stained heavy sword in Uther's hand:

"We underestimated those Death Knights, and they were able to do more terrifying than we thought."

"Nope! They can't do it! ”

Relying on his resolute character and human charm, Uther, who became the leader of the Great Knights, said in a deep voice:

"With the poor performance of those Death Knights on the battlefield, they can't do it! They can't kill Gavinrad... Unless Talon. The Blood Demon personally intervened, but he was seriously injured by Master Antonidas on the battlefield, and you and I both know this! ”

"It's not what the Death Knight did... At least not those Death Knights we encountered! ”

"General! Checkmate! Come on! We've found a survivor! ”

The shout from the dense forest on the left made Uther and Tulayan rush in that direction, and when they rushed into the dense forest, they saw three paladins carrying out a paladin who was hiding under the heavy fallen leaves.

It was a paladin who was taller than the other knights, and it was worth noting that his skin was much rougher than that of a normal person.

"This is Joe! Joe. Al, Adjutant of General Gavin Rad! ”

Tulayan wiped the blood from the paladin's face with a handkerchief and said to Uther:

"Legend Joe. Half a year ago, the El Knight unexpectedly got some kind of adventure, which gave him the ability to heal himself comparable to that of a troll, and it is likely that it was because of this that the knight was able to survive the attack. ”

"Huh?"

Uther's eyes lit up with interest, but instead of asking immediately, he crouched down and put his hands on Joe. On Al's body, he inherited the Covenant of Justice, and the Holy Light was very partial to him, and when Uther called the Holy Light, a huge amount of energy rushed into Joe's body along his hands, and after a few seconds, Joe opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Smack"

He subconsciously grabbed Uther's wrist, and he screamed:

"Death Knight! The Death Knight has attacked us... Checkmate! General Gavin Rad! Save him, please, save him! ”

Uther and Tulayan looked at each other, and the Grand Knight asked in a deep voice:

"Paladin, tell me, it's Talon. Has the Bloodfiend attacked you? ”

"Nope! No! I know him! I know him... I recognize him as a dust... It's Tyrion! Tyrion. Dawnblade! He and the Death Knight... It's not the same! He is... He is, really... Death Knight! Be careful! Watch out for him! ”

Paladin Joe escaped death, and his speech was inevitably a little upside down, and the information he said made the big knights very confused, what is a real death knight?

Tulayan, on the other hand, noted another important point.

"Tyrion? That's not... Isn't that the hero of the High Elves who died in battle? ”

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"Bang"

The Great Chief's tent was violently opened, and a furious Talon was furious. The Bloodseeker rushed into it, slamming his fists on the Great Chief's table, staring at Orgrim as he shouted:

"Great Chief! How can you allow that thrash of Tyrion to build his Knights?! This is a betrayal of us! ”

Face the Talon. Bloodfiend asked, Orgrim raised his head and looked at him with an indifferent look:

"Betrayal? Betrayed whom? Betrayed you? Or a betrayal of the Horde? Is the Death Knight I asked Gul'dan to assemble your personal power? Bloodseeker..."

This question made Talon. A chill ran through the blood fiend's back, and behind him, the four Kukaron Guardians had already lifted their battle axes, and it was clear that his unruly questioning had made Orgrim very unhappy.

Thinking of this, the Blood Demon forcibly calmed down his bad mood, he took a step back and humbly said to the Great Chief:

"Nope! The Death Knight is always loyal to you, Grand Chief Orgrim, I mean, Tyrion. Dawnblade is not to be trusted! It's just a High Elf hawd! He's not an orc, he doesn't have the soul of the Horde, and there's no doubt that he'll betray us! ”

"So what?"

The Great Chief crossed his arms and looked at the Blood Fiend:

"At least before he betrays, he can bring victory to the Horde! Bloodseeker, you've disappointed me, you know? Your Death Knight was crushed in front of the Paladins, leading directly to the defeat of the war, and Tyrion washed away the shame for you and the Death Knights..."

"Smack"

The High Chief waved his hand, and one of the Kukaron Guards stepped forward and lifted the wooden coffin from the Great Chief's tent, and the Blood Fiend turned his head to see the corpse of the Grand Knight Gavinrad, frozen in ice.

It was one of the first five paladins, the high-ranking leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the Bloodfiend still remembers that on the battlefield that day, Gavin Rad. Doom, how he slaughtered them with paladins, that was his eternal shame.

This irrefutable fact was like a resounding slap in the face of the Blood Fiend, and he wanted to say something, but he found that he had nothing to say, and that kind of slander was so vulnerable in the face of this irrefutable fact.

He had the soul of an orc in his body, so he knew very well what this kind of feat meant in the orc tradition.

"I've decided because of Tyrion. Dawnblade's contribution to the Horde! He and his minions slew 20 paladins and a very threatening knight, and he has the qualifications to establish his own clan or organization... Do you have any objections to this? Tallon. Bloodseeker? ”

Orgrim's icy voice rang out in the tent, and in the face of this questioning, Talon . The Blood Demon could only shake his head bitterly:

"Nope! I didn't, Great Chief... As a death knight, I am honored. ”

"Good!"

The Great Chief was pleased with the Blood Demon's deference, and he knocked on the table:

"Tyrion's Order of the Darkblade will be separated from your Death Knights, and he will have the right to select new recruits and a batch of weapons and equipment from your Death Knights, but will not undermine your authority among the Death Knights, as I have promised."

"Also, you don't need to worry about me abandoning you because of this, you're right, Tyrion is not an orc, I can't fully trust him, so I gave him a new mission, and his Knights of the Dark Blade will be transferred to the battlefield of Quel'Thalas to help the Horde subvert the High Elf kingdom... And you, you still have a chance to prove yourself on the frontal battlefield! ”

"Blood Fiend, if next time, you still disappoint me..."

"I promise!"

Bloodseeker gritted his teeth and shouted:

"I promise! My Death Knights will not lose to Tyrion! ”

Ogrim glanced at him, his eyes full of suspicion, but eventually, he waved his hand:

"So, go ahead! Do what you have to do. ”

The Blood Demon left the Great Chief's tent in disgrace, and wherever he walked along the way, the orcs were whispering, and Orgrim spread the news of the death of the Great Knight, and the orc warriors respected the strong and despised the weak. Bloodseeker, there was a feeling that he was about to go crazy.

He endured this humiliation in silence, and when he returned to the psychic hall, what he saw made him even more angry.

Tyrion, the damn traitor, was picking and choosing his territory, and behind him, the recruits with the most potential had already been picked out by him, and it was unbearable to watch his property being brained by others, so the next moment, the blood demon pulled out the steel scepter behind his back and rushed towards Tyrion angrily.

"Enough! Traitor! ”

He swung his scepter and slammed it down at Tyrion, but just before the scepter touched Tyreon's body, a monstrous black battle axe slashed down from his back, forcing the Bloodfiend to turn and block.

"Bang"

At the moment of the collision of weapons, the tall body of the Blood Fiend was rushed out by the great force contained in the battle axe, and smashed to the ground in embarrassment, and the steel scepter rolled to the side.

When he looked up, he saw a tall orc in black spiked plate armor with a battle axe standing beside Tyrion, one strong and the other slender, but the coldness contained in their bodies was so similar to death.

The orc's eyes were dancing with a gray glow, representing his identity... This is presumably the first real orc death knight.

"What do you want to do?"

The orc asked in a hoarse, low voice:

"Disgusting Warlock!"

Although the body and face are not at all alike, at this moment, Talon, who is lying on the ground. Blood Demon, in a trance, in this orc, saw the former Great Chieftain who had been set up by them, the extremely brutal Blackhan. The shadow of the black hand.

"Alright, Glokush, don't joke with Lord Bloodfiend..."

Tyrion shook his head, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the Blood Demon lying on the ground, looking so friendly, but looking at the deep hand, the Blood Demon snorted, got up from the ground, and with a whole body of humiliation, turned and walked into the depths of the psychic hall.

He didn't want to stay here and be wantonly humiliated by the once weakling, but in the time he neglected, the guy who once disdained him had grown to the point where he had to pay attention to it.

"We're leaving, but the Bloodseeker will be a nuisance..."

The Black Hand of the Death Knight, who had obtained a new body and was at least 3 times stronger than a human body, looked at the back of the Blood Fiend, a trace of hideousness flashed in his gray eyes, and he whispered:

"Do you want to find a chance..."

"No!"

Tyrion understands what Glokush is worried about, and frankly, with the current black hand of the Death Knight, with him, the two of them will take out Talon in the case of a sneak attack. Blood Fiend, it wasn't impossible, but after thinking about it in his heart for a moment, he gave up on this very tempting idea.

"Killing the Bloodseeker will only cause us problems, and we don't have the strength to turn against Orgrim... Just let him live a little longer. ”

The two of them walked out of the psychic hall in the posture of a victor, and between the walks, Glokush lowered his voice:

"This time I go to Quel'Thalas, and I will face Gul'dan... Do we have a chance, you say? ”

"It's hard to say, Glokush."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and looked at the death griffin flapping its broken wings in the distance, flying into the sky with difficulty, that is what the Hammerhammer griffin killed by Celent looked like after being resurrected, the original golden mane and bird feathers have turned into inky black, and it has also inherited the usual special of the Death Knight mount, around the body, full of exposed bones, death energy wrapped around the body of this giant beast, and the dark red eyes make it look extremely hideous.

He whispered:

"Gul'dan is better than Talon. Bloodseeker is ten times harder to deal with, but if he hasn't discovered Quel'Thalas's secret, maybe you'll be able to get revenge soon, and trust me, I don't want that cunning wild dog to live. ”

"Yes."

Grokush nodded, his shoulders moving to readjust to his newfound orc body, and he coughed lightly as he looked at the dangerous gaze of the orc warriors around him:

"I'm getting more and more confident in you, but I don't think we'd better stay here too long, and look at the eyes of those warriors who want to rush over and hack me to death right now."

"So Ogrim is such a cunning fellow!"

Tyrion couldn't help but move his fingers:

"He gave you an orc body, but he also transferred the hatred of the orcs to us, he no longer intends to let us stay in the tribe's camp, he is starting to be wary of us, sure enough, a difficult orc chieftain, powerful as a rhinoceros, wise as a fox."

Tyrion relaxed and turned his head to look far northeast, a gloom flashing in his eyes:

"Let's go! Let's go... Quel'Salas! But before we can get more bone griffins..."